Poetry Workshop

 This weeks' prompt:   Word(s)

For this week, I challenge you to write a poem inspired by a word, a set of words, or a quote.

One word certainly has been coming to mind recently.
Whether using wisely, wasting wickedly, or just letting it simply slip away....

...it's the one thing we all want more of and yet, never seem to know what to do with the amount we've got.

From one of my favourite poems, To the Virgins to make much of Time , by Robert Herrick

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
  Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
  To-morrow will be dying.


Time Well Spent as illustrated in this Cinquain Poem (5 Line Pattern Poetry) I jotted down while waiting for what seemed like forever while that old laptop hummed along:  "Oh?!  You want me to load that web page? sorry...my bad.  in a jiff."

time
still, quiet
pausing, passing, fleeting
while keys clack in the dark
spent



Or this Tanka (like a haiku, but with more syllables) poem jotted down by the bedside after being awoken by one of my children:


at half past midnight (5)
the lights dimmed, the fire sputtered (7)
shadows lengthened, crept (5)
  tiny voice called from the dark (7)
  sip of water, off to sleep (7)


Finally,  a Sense of Time poem seemed appropriate as well:

Dawn
the rose fingered dawn
stretching out like a fiery glow
feeling like a sudden symphony
of birdsong and alarm alike
the java scented filters of my mind
mingling with the taste of still lingering sweet dreams
the dawn is always most importune.


And now....bed time.   
Hopefully Monkey Boy will rest well and mama can get those zzzzz's.

warm wishes sign